Chapter 1189: Chapter 1189: Best Not to Mention the Dark Past

In the function hall, Xi Luo listened to the approaching footsteps behind her, sighed softly, and took a sip of her drink.

Zong Zhan walked forward, nudged the high chair with his toe to sit down, and his eyes, full of an aggressive look, fell on her face. “Your ability to dodge and hide really impresses me.”

“I’ve got plenty of impressive abilities,” Xi Luo chuckled lightly, picking up an overturned glass from the tray and sliding it in front of Zong Zhan. “Have a drink, calm your nerves.”

Zong Zhan curled his fingers to stop the glass, picked up the bottle, and poured half a glass of wine. “Xi Luo, more than anyone, you should know. With your sensitive identity, if used well, you could be a privileged undercover; if not, I can have you turned into a courtroom spy.”

Xi Luo laughed softly without changing her expression. “Aren’t you impressive.”

Zong Zhan couldn’t stand Xi Luo’s nonchalant attitude; concerning life and death matters, she remained indifferent.

“I don’t deny your extraordinary abilities, but there’s always someone better out there. Xi Luo, this past year, how many times have you escaped death? Do you need me to count for you?”

At this point, Xi Luo put down her glass and, resting her chin, turned her head, “If I’m so capable, why should I fear escaping death? Chief, if you want to back out, you can leave anytime. I’m not one to force others.”

“You? Don’t like forcing others?” Zong Zhan laughed at her bluntly, “Need me to remind you how you played tricks back then…”

Xi Luo awkwardly lifted her arm, “Who hasn’t made mistakes before; no point in bringing up bad history.”

At first, she indeed approached Zong Zhan on purpose, but not for a romantic relationship—it was for another purpose.

Master Zong of the Imperial Capital, both for his background and position in the Military Department, was the perfect choice for her.

But now, Xi Luo regretted her decision.

Had she known earlier, she might have tried to connect with someone else in the Military Department. She initially thought he was a dominant large hound, only to find he was a schizophrenic Tibetan mastiff upon closer contact.

The agreement was signed too early.

Zong Zhan easily saw the irritation and impatience in Xi Luo’s face. Clutching the wineglass, his knuckles turned faintly white. “Damn it, I shouldn’t have bothered with you.”

“Then terminate the agreement,” Xi Luo beamed as she straightened her posture. “Master Zong, why don’t you consider it?”

Zong Zhan stared into her eyes, slightly raising his eyebrows, showing a hint of mockery.

When she needs something, she calls him Master Zong; usually, with no matter at hand, she calls him San Gou.

Thick-skinned enough to be a damn city wall!

Zong Zhan raised his glass towards her with a smirk, “Better stop dreaming early.”

Xi Luo rolled her eyes ungracefully and ignored him, pulling out her phone to check the calendar.

There were over four hundred days left until the agreement ended. What was she thinking when she signed a protection contract for herself?

Damn it!

…

Approaching noon, the three assistants were smoking on the villa lawn, discussing the secretly hidden test paper of Luoyu.

Liuyun, holding a cigarette butt, glanced around and murmured in confusion, “Where did she go? Haven’t seen her all morning.”

Zhui Feng and Wang Yue exchanged looks, “Maybe she’s in Young Master Yin’s room?”

Liuyun gestured to the fountain near the villa, “Look over there.”

All of them looked over simultaneously to see their so-called Young Master Yin chasing a small white tiger around the fountain. It looked like the tiger had something in its mouth.

The little guy and the small tiger were having a great time, but there was no sign of Luoyu.

“Is she hiding, or just too embarrassed to face anyone?” Zhui Feng mischievously shook his leg, “Should we check her room?”

Wang Yue and Liuyun found it inappropriate. After a long mental struggle, the three assistants nodded in agreement, “Let’s go.”

Outside Luoyu’s villa, as they approached the front lawn, they heard the sound of retching from around the corner.

The three exchanged glances and tiptoed to peek around the wall.

At this moment, Luoyu held a bottle of mineral water while supporting herself against the wall, rinsed her mouth, and turned around only to bump into the three heads peering at the corner.

She swore, staring at them expressionlessly, “What’s up?”

Liuyun asked, “Are you, pregnant?”

Zhui Feng nodded in agreement, “Looks like it.”

Wang Yue touched his own belly, “How many months?”

Luoyu raised her hand, flung the bottle of mineral water at them, and said slowly, “Pregnant my ass!”

The bottle hit the middle head squarely, unfortunately, it was Zhui Feng again.

Zhui Feng rubbed his head, in a daze from the hit, but wasn’t angry. He rolled the amber bracelet on his wrist, murmuring while watching Luoyu’s retreating figure, “Damn, I’m too curious who the brave one is.”

Wang Yue was still touching his belly, eyes full of shock, “I want to know who’s on top and who’s at the bottom.”

That was once the top-ranked fourth assistant, Luoyu, who was more fierce than many men in a fight.

In the eyes of the three assistants, this big sister was basically indistinguishable from a man, except for a missing part.

Only Liuyun, the more composed one, narrowed his eyes slightly, reminding as he touched his chin, “Looks like we need to investigate Luoyu’s recent movements. I remember she seemed to take a leave during the New Year.”

Wang Yue slapped his thigh, “Let’s go, check it out now.”

Luoyu had already gone back to her villa, sitting on the sofa with a cold expression.

You damn fool, Gu Chenn.

…

At lunch, with the addition of Xi Luo and Zong Zhan, the atmosphere in the dining room was strange and subtle.

Although the two didn’t interact much, there was an underlying tension, like two people who couldn’t stand each other.

“How long will you stay in the South Sea?” Shang Yu asked after a while, holding a porcelain bowl, his deep eyes looking at Zong Zhan opposite him.

“Not sure.”

“The day after tomorrow.”

Two answers came simultaneously, one from Zong Zhan, the other from Xi Luo.

Li Qiao lifted her eyelids, smiling slightly. “Will you return to the Imperial Capital?”

This time, both replied in unison, “Not sure.”

As soon as the words fell, Zong Zhan and Xi Luo exchanged glances and both turned their faces away, simultaneously snorting coldly.

What can you say, the synchronization effect is truly remarkable.

Amusement flickered in Li Qiao’s eyes, she glanced at Shang Yu discreetly. The man caught her gaze and smiled, reminding, “Eat well.”

Meanwhile, the chubby young Xiao Shang Yin held onto venison with one arm, looking like he was eating seriously, while secretly feeding beef to the small white tiger under the table with his other little arm.

After a while, Li Qiao took the cub and Xi Luo to the living room, while Zong Zhan and Shang Yu stayed in the dining room, having a chat over a post-meal cigarette.

The man stubbed out the unfinished cigarette, picked up a towel, and wiped his fingertips, “Is Xi Luo’s matter very tricky?”

“A bit,” Zong Zhan leaned back in his chair, with legs crossed, looking very casual. “Someone’s watching her, but it shouldn’t be an issue with her near me.”

Shang Yu slowly smoothed the creases in his sleeve, his tone low and steady, “I won’t interfere with her affairs, but it’s better not to drag the Zong Family into it.”